i am not depressed.
i can still smile at pretty things.
and laugh when jokes are funny.
i can still talk to people.
and enjoy nice days.
but when i go inside, when i am alone.
there is something broken and i fall into a sadness so sweet that it engulfs me.
i look in the mirror and i don't like what i see.
when i'm falling asleep and i miss something.
'that doesn't exist.'
i am not depressed.
i've just been sad for a while.
but i can still find the light.
i can still smile.